debut...

...coming out, baptism of fire, initiation...
that was what the 3rd san roque football festival (19 Aug) meant to us (maddie, ping and myself).
having met the rest of the team on the day of the tournament does say a lot about the middle left wing man (that's me) getting lost in the pitch, not to mention out of breath before even finishing the six-min halftime.
apppearances are deceiving. the fact that the rest of the teams are veterans in football fests doesn't mean that neophytes can't hold up against them. one lesson learned just by being in the game is that, no fancy footworks are required to make it. in fast paced games such as this, only three basic things should be in mind: stopping the ball, looking for an opening and either passing the ball to a team mate or kicking the ball towards the goal.
the third game (against san carlos) would be the most memorable for me. i had a near miss during the kick-in. my excuse was, this very tall miss was effectively blocking my view. When the ball from Gami rolled towards Gay, which she missed by a couple of inches, my right foot missed it by an inch :(